Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair: Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm, three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars and the Congressional Medal ofâ€“Jesus. This man is a hero.General Al Kramer: Well, I think "legend" might be a better description, Mr. Sinclair.Sinclair: Yeah, well, now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades.Gen. Kramer: [mildly indignant] Mr. Sinclair, General Hummel is a man of honor.

[Mason and Goodspeed are defusing a poison gas rocket]Mason: What exactly does this stuff do?Goodspeed: If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out an entire city of people.Mason: Really? And what happens if you drop one?Goodspeed: Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.Mason: How?Goodspeed: It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...[Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it]Do NOT move that! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.Mason:[wide-eyed] My God.Goodspeed: Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?

Carla: You didn't really mean what you said about bringing a child into this world...being an act of cruelty, did you?Goodspeed: I meant it at the time.Carla: Stanley, you said it seven and a half seconds ago!Goodspeed: Well, gosh, kind of a lot's happened since then.

Commander Andersson: Have you ever been in a combat situation?Goodspeed: Define combat, Sir.Shep: An incursion underwater to re-take an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of US Marines in possession of 81 hostages and 15 guided rockets armed with VX poison gas.Goodspeed: Oh. In that case, no, Sir.

Mason: Are you sure you're ready for this?Goodspeed: I'll do my best.Mason: Your best? Losers always whine about their best, winners go home and **** the prom queen!Goodspeed: Carla was the prom queen!Mason: Really?Goodspeed:(****s his gun) Yeah!

Goodspeed: You've been around a lot of corpses, is that normal? (Points to a dead marine whose legs are twitching)Mason: What, the feet thing?Goodspeed: Yeah, the feet thing.Mason: Yeah, it happens.Goodspeed: Yeah, well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?Mason: Like what? Kill him again?

Goodspeed: The mission is not complete!Mason: It is. When this is over, you'll go back home, driving Carla and the baby insane, in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing.Goodspeed: You're not leaving--arrgh! (Mason punches him and walks off) All right, I'll do it myself! I got three weeks weapons training. I'll kick the...hell out of a platoon full of Marines! No problem.

Goodspeed: You enjoying this?Mason: Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day: reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the shower room. Though its been less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex-appeal.

Goodspeed: [Holding VX Poison Nerve Gas] Do you know how this shit works?Capt. Darrow: [Holding his knife] Do you know how this shit works?! (flashes his knife) Come on, come on, I don't need the gun. I'll put it down, come on. Let's play! Come on, come on!Goodspeed: Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh, let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man"?Capt. Darrow: I don't like soft-ass shit!Goodspeed: Oh, oh you don't, ok. Well, I only ask because it's you. You're the rocket man! [he fires the rocket out the window, taking Darrow with it] How do you like how that shit works?!

Gen. Hummel: The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. Thomas Jefferson.Mason: Patriotism is a virtue of the vicious, according to Oscar Wilde. [Hummel strikes him in the back of the neck] Thank you for making my point.

Goodspeed: You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight. You went down the incinerator chute, on the mine car, through the tunnels to the power plant, under the steam engineâ€“that was really cool by the wayâ€“and into the cistern through the intake pipe. But--ahem-hem!--how, in the name of Zeus's butthole, did you get out of your cell?! I only ask because in our current situation, well, it could prove to be useful information. Maybe![Mason opens Goodspeed's cell door and non-chalantly walks past him]Mason: Trade secrets, my son.